A Kid Called Roots - Nobody Sound Like Me lyrics

Intro: Interviewer: If you saw you walking on a street and a Black man were comin' torward you What would you be feeling? Scared man: Just one single black man? (yeah) I really don't fear that You know but if it's a group I'm talking from age thirt Even thirteen even younger than Thirteen. Yes I will walk across the street Interviewer: Well let me ask you this... Hook: "I don't want n***as soundin' like me" -Ghostface k**ah on 'Shark n***as (Biters)' "I don't want n***as soundin' like me knowhatI'msayin'?" (x2) Xzibit: Yo we gettiin' restless me and D.O.G.s Never pretendin' rather we sendin' a very clear message Either you with me or against me punk hit 'em up Provide housin' for these shrimp from the shells we dump I'm makin' 'em bounce other n***as fail to bump Til we takin' advantage of inflicting irreversable damage It's the long awaited anticipated Likwit MC Bombin' first cause I feel it's better to give then receive You better believe Xzibit stays savage above the average When n***as try to switch turn b**h for the cabbage But see all that irrelevant it's like tryin' to turn a who*e celibate I dance with the devil for the hell of it Burning down your lavish lanndscape on digital tape Cause everything you rhymin' about is actually fake So make room for the legitamate nasty inconsiderate Thinkin' you rankin' top dollar but really counterfeit Hook Montageone: n***as we null and void I get swole like a keyloid To overload your system with rhymes for millenniums To shut down artists with beats the deep closure Battlin' top rank for bank and exposure So open up your door to me Cause if it's closed I'm a brakin' in with some pantyhose Over the mic So you don't know who I sound like Executing those who record and bite to sound tight It's not permitted by the right The Gustopo surprising these n***as like Benny Blanco Remember me man? You thought I was a fan till I threw you in the back of a Van Yo these Drop Squad delegates rhymes are delicate I spit on the mic to get these MC's p**ys wet For those with plans to clone me thee original It can't be done I'm digital (digital) Hook Xzibit: Yo who wanna come see the hard rock? The non stop green block yo whole block recieve speed knot You need not Get brave my bullets never graze They hit close to home seperating flesh from bone So better get off on your own b**h Rollin' chrome sh** tryin't to own sh** I was molded, after the best that the streets had to offer The author of my own destiny So I suggest you stop stressin' me I'll find out when I pull my nine out and blow your mind out Play a deadly game with no fouls and no time outs Inhale large amounts of dojah forever ready like a soldier I'm lock mode and shoot from the shoulder And burn down your lavish landscape digital tape Cause everything you rhyme about is actually fake So make room for the legitamate nasty inconsiderate Thinkin' you rankin' top dollar but really counterfeit Hook "I don't want n***as soundin' like me. On no album"